Scenario:I became a vampire.
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I woke up in a daze, my head pounding and my body feeling like it had been hit by a truck.
I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn’t move.
I was lying on the ground, and I could feel the cold seeping into my skin.
I tried to open my eyes, but they were so heavy.
I could barely keep them open.
What happened to me?
Where was I?
The last thing I remembered was walking home from the library after studying for finals.
It was dark out, and I should’ve called a cab, but I didn’t have any money left on my card.
I thought it would be fine to walk home; it wasn’t that far from campus.
But then someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me into an alleyway.
I tried to fight him off, but he was too strong.
He punched me in the face, and everything went black.
Now I was lying on the ground, unable to move or see anything around me.
Was I dead?
Was this what it felt like to die?
Suddenly, I was hit with a wave of nausea, and I struggled to keep myself from throwing up.
I opened my mouth to call for help, but my voice was gone.
I tried to move again, but my limbs were still unresponsive.
I felt so weak.
My body was so cold, and no matter how much I tried to move, I couldn’t get warm.
I wasn’t dead, but something was definitely wrong with me.
I panicked, my mind racing to figure out what was going on.
Was I paralyzed?
Was that why I couldn’t move?
Was this what paralysis felt like?
Was that why I couldn’t feel anything?
Or maybe I was in shock?
Maybe that was why I felt so cold and weak?
But why was my vision so blurry?
Why were my eyes so heavy?
Something wasn’t right.
I needed to get help.
I needed to do something before it was too late.
I tried to open my mouth to call for help again, when suddenly I heard a voice coming from somewhere in front of me.
“Emily,” the voice said, deep and unfamiliar.
I tried to open my eyes to see who it was, but my vision was still so blurry.
“Emily,” the voice called again, this time louder.
Who are you?”
I called out, my voice barely above a whisper.
I tried to lift my hand to shield my eyes from the light, but my limbs still wouldn’t move.
“Emily,” the voice said again, and this time I could tell where it was coming from.
It was right in front of me.
“Who are you?”
I called out again, mustering up all the strength I had left.
The light in front of me went away, and as I blinked a few times, my vision slowly came back into focus.
I could see the outline of a figure standing in front of me, his face obscured by the darkness around him.
“Who are you?”
I called out again, starting to panic again as I realized I didn’t know where I was or who this person in front of me was.
“Don’t be afraid,” the person said as he stepped closer to me, revealing his face.
He had dark hair and piercing eyes, and he was tall and much too handsome for his own good.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
I tried to open my mouth to respond, but suddenly everything went black.
My head felt like it was spinning out of control, and I could feel myself swaying back and forth even though I wasn’t moving at all.
What is happening?
How did he know my name?
What did he want with me?
I opened my eyes, the blinding light immediately hitting me, causing me to cry out as I tried to shield them.
I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn’t move.
It felt like my limbs were made of lead, and no matter how hard I tried, they wouldn’t budge.
I looked down at my hands, trying to flex my fingers, but nothing happened.
My hands were so cold, and when I touched my face, they were clammy.
What is happening?
I called out, my voice coming out as nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
My throat hurt, like I had been screaming for hours on end.
I tried to clear my throat before calling out again, my voice still barely above a whisper.
I tried to move again, this time lifting my head off the ground, hoping to get a better look at my surroundings.
The room was empty, the walls made of concrete.
There were no windows, and the only light in the room came from a single bulb that hung from the ceiling, flickering on and off as it buzzed loudly.
The room looked familiar, but in my weakened state, I couldn’t place where I had seen it before.
I tried to call out for help, hoping that someone would hear me and come to my rescue.
But there was no one around to hear me, and when my voice went unanswered, panic started to set in.
I looked around the room again, trying to see if there was anything that would give me a clue as to what happened to me.
There was nothing in the room besides an old mattress lying in the corner.
The room had concrete walls, an old mattress lying in the corner, and a thick metal door that looked like it hadn’t been opened in years.
This wasn’t my bedroom.
Where was I?
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to think back to the last thing I remembered.
I had been walking home from the library when someone grabbed me from behind.
He pulled me into an alleyway, and then everything went black.
Was this where he took me?
Was this his home?
Was he going to come back for me?
Was he going to hurt me?
My mind was racing with a million questions, but before I could answer any of them, a figure appeared in the doorway.
I tried to call out again, but my voice was gone.
I tried to move, but my body was still unresponsive.
All I could do was lay there and watch as the figure stepped into the light, revealing his face.
It was the man who had grabbed me.
He was tall and muscular with shaggy blond hair and ice blue eyes.
I tried to scream for help, but my voice was gone.
I tried to run away, but my limbs wouldn’t move.
I was paralyzed with fear as he stepped closer to me, his eyes roaming over my body as he licked his lips.
You’re finally awake,” he said as he knelt down in front of me.
“Don’t be scared,” he said as he reached out and ran his hand through my hair.
I blinked my eyes open and sat up, looking around the room in confusion.
The room was empty.
There was no one there.
Was it all just a dream?
Had he really been here?
Or had I just imagined it all?
I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself, feeling a cold sweat break out on my skin.
My head was pounding and I felt nauseous.
What happened to me?
Where am I?
I looked down at myself and saw that I was soaking wet.
My clothes were sticking to my skin, and a small pool of water had formed on the floor beneath me.
Was I in a hot tub?
Had I fallen asleep?
Was it all just a bad dream?
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to make sense of what was happening to me.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm my racing heart.
When I opened my eyes again, I was still in the room.
It hadn’t been a dream.
The man had been there.
But where did he go?
And how did I get here?
As I looked around the room again, I noticed that it was lit by flickering candles, giving it an eerie glow.
I stood up and took a step forward, feeling a sudden surge of strength.
My head was no longer pounding and my nausea was gone.
I felt completely fine.
In fact, I felt better than fine.
I felt amazing.
It was as if I had been asleep for years and had just woken up.
I stretched my arms above my head and laughed out loud.
What was wrong with me?
Why was I acting like this?
I looked down at myself and noticed that I wasn’t cold anymore.
In fact, I wasn’t cold at all.
My skin felt warm to the touch, almost hot.
It was as if my blood was boiling inside my veins.
I shook my head in confusion and took another step forward.
I wasn’t sure what was happening to me, but I knew one thing for sure—I needed to get out of this room.
I walked over to the door and grabbed the handle, turning it slowly.
The door creaked open and I stepped into the hallway.
It was dark and empty, with no sign of the man who had grabbed me.
I took a deep breath and started walking down the hallway, my bare feet slapping against the cold concrete floor.
My movements were quick and light, almost catlike.
It was as if I were floating on air.
I wasn’t sure how long I walked or where I was going, but eventually I heard a noise coming from around the corner.
I stopped in my tracks and listened carefully.
The sound was faint at first but then grew louder as it got closer.
I didn’t know what it was or who it was, but I knew one thing for sure—I needed to get out of there.
I turned around and started running back down the hallway as fast as I could.
The footsteps behind me grew louder and faster, until they were right on top of me.
I screamed and ducked into one of the rooms that lined the hallway, slamming the door shut behind me.